Novel & Cerita Dream Of Gluttony

“I understand, at least they don't tell you what to eat or how to dress but be thankful for who you are, to be born as a Prince. You know, many will die to be one. This alone is a dream.” “This was never my dream.” He insisted as he looked at the grey salmons swimming majestically in the pond. “This dream you talk about, what is it?” Wren asked, Dryad grinned. She looked at him. Why do I get the feeling this so called dream of his is something immature? She wondered. Suddenly, he stood up rubbing his hands together with a mirthfully smile on his freckled face. “My dream is to study every womenkind behinds and writing a whole book about them!!!”

I turned and almost cried out of happiness when I saw him standing. "Govind, thank God you are okay." "What would happen to me?" He replied. "I was just worried. I thought you gave yourself into your temptations." "Temptations? What are you talking about?" He reacted as if he was unaware of everything. Huh? What did he mean? Did he not encounter something in his dreams? Wait... Was he even asleep? Something was off about him. I could see in his eyes. They looked... They looked lifeless. "Anyway, something happened to others. We need to save them."

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

“No, dad.” Tilting his head in front of her as if he was trying to solve a puzzle, he replied. “Then are you feeling what humans mostly feel? The sin of sloth, are you perhaps feeling bored?” Is getting bored a sin? Reading her mind, he fed her curiosity. “Yes. The sin of sloth will lead to the sin of gluttony and the sin of greed, and the cycle goes on. That is one of the roots of depravity in the human world, which demons feast on daily. I can turn Gukasho into a toy for you if you are bored.”

“The Dream’s balance is fracturing.” “Because one of them is remembering wrong.” She turned to him sharply. “Wrong?” He looked out at the horizon, where faint lights glimmered in the divine cities that had sprung up overnight. “The Dream holds memories like seeds. Some grow into creation, others into hunger. Someone’s feeding the wrong one.” By dawn, the first signs appeared. Miren’s garden, once filled with silver flowers, was blackened, the petals hardened into glass. The rivers near Eros’s mountain steamed red. The air tasted of iron and grief.

, Cathy said while giving me a reproachful glare. "Cathy chill, I mean relax, food for thought, he isn't my man neither am I his woman, he just wants my body, and I really love his, I mean I have been fantasizing about him, so it's just", I stuttered not able to complete my last statement. "It's just what?", they all chimed in. "It's just nothing, nevermind, just do the last touching, let me get outta here", I don't wanna be late.

"Although you really like to flaunt everything they don't have, and everything you take from others, you are too fearful to face something when it goes wrong.” "And why would the demons be rising more and more to the earth? "I asked, recovering that absurd hunger that seemed to fall asleep in the presence of Octavius. I filled my plate with bread, hazelnut cream and filled a bowl of polished and shiny gold with green juice that smelled and tasted like watermelon.”

If this is just a dream, I am going to stay dreaming. “I am quite hungry,” I admitted. A sweet smile plastered on my face. “I love watching you eat,” he said when I was allowing myself to be tempted by another piece of cheese. “You do it with such…relish.” “You mean I am greedy.” “So am I every time I look at you.” “I feel so guilty.” I saw the flash of annoyance cross his face and added quickly, “Not about the food or the sex, but it’s a weekday and I haven’t done a scrap of work. It’s all right for you—you are your own boss.”

The evening sun dipped low as I prepared for dinner, the scent of roasting lamb filling the house. Richard and Jake would be home any minute, their voices already echoing in my mind—deep, commanding, full of that possessive hunger that made my core throb. But beneath my apron, Harlan's cum still lingered inside me, a sticky secret from this afternoon's romp. I'd showered, sure, but the faint ache in my pussy reminded me of his thick shaft stretching me wide, his grunts as he pumped me full. It turned me on, this double life, fucking them both while plotting more.

I spread my legs, standing tall and locked eyes with the Devil, then I pushed into his mind. It was a nightmare. No, it was beyond the worst, horrific nightmare I could have ever conjured up. Bodies writhed before my eyes, their mouths opened in silent screams as they suffered eternal hell, their sins displayed on their bodies. Gluttony, the man was huge, rolls of fat making it impossible for him to move, he struggled to breathe, his body slick with sweat from the heat of the flames. Sloth, another man, his eyes struggling to stay open, draped in dirty clothes, dirty bedding, the floor around him piled with rotting rubbish, he was drowning in split bin bags, rubbish building up around him.